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Lil Wayne

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thinking To Myself Lyrics - Lil Wayne

Young money, young, young, young, young money, young mula baby 

 

[Chourus] 

And I can smell her looking at I 

She recognize real I dont wear no disguise 

And I can see it in her eyes 

She fucking me wit her eyes 

She fucking me wit her eyes 

She fucking me wit her eyes 

She fucking me wit her eyes, yeah. 

 

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[Lil Wayne] 

Gazing out the window of somethin foreign 

Thinking to myself-self, self 

How come getting money neva gets boring 

How come getting money neva gets boring 

Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it 

Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus 

Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it 

Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus 

Girl I am hotter than poppa bears porridge 

Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage 

I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist 

Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris 

Haha, yeah 

 

[Chourus] 

 

Photos 

 

[Kidd Kidd] 

Her chanel frames are like X-rays 

She see us out the club and into the bed 

She picture me in her head and her givin' head 

Handcuffs and whips ima sex slave 

No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name? 

I yell kunta rah kunta kinte 

With one foot off i still try to escape but who can I run to like escape 

I guess I got some attention to pay 

The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday 

And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae 

She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree 

 

[Chourus] 

 

[Mack Mane] 

You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga 

If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had 

Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill 

And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel 

Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron 

And then I know its on tell my niggas look im gone 

Ma you grown so dont worry bout your girls tryna criticize 

One night with Mack & babygirl you'll be dick-notized 

Fatten up your hips and thighs 

Help that ass bout out 

And on the next song tell her give ma dick a shout out 

See she could be ma sockee 

And I could be her plug 

Or she could be ma fiend and I could be her drug 

No disguise 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Nicki Minaj] 

All i do is ice grill em 

Then he get hard again 

He know my pussy stay warmer than a cardigan 

Slippery, slimey, excuse me dont mind me 

Say its too fat for me to be this tiny 

Im sucha mainiac, lemme get some brainiac 

You know that special head, like Im in special ed 

Got me givin you these nasty looks 

Stick me up with the uh, thats the nasty jooks 

Now, i get him rocker than a caveman 

I deep deep I deep throat it till it cave in 

uh, you know you like that 

now putcha putcha ring on 

where ya wife at? 

The Mistress 

 

[Chourus] 

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